One Last Summer
Looking around the now vacant room, Draco turns towards his towering suitcases on the foot of his bed. Patting down the creases of his shirt, he turns towards his mirror for some final touch-ups. Nervously fiddling with the ends of his skirt, he looks at his reflection. His hair was much longer than when he was 17; his face held much softer features; his legs were much slender.
Wearing the girl’s uniform brought him back to the first train ride to Hogwarts. He remembers sitting in a compartment alone; he arrived at the station much earlier than the other kids, as Lucius had to drop him off early before working at the ministry. He was waiting for Blaise, Theo, and the others to join him when he saw a familiar mop of messy black hair walking towards his compartment. The door opens, and Mr savior walks in.
“There are no other compartments open,” Harry says as he sits across from Draco, “and Dad told me that I should say hi to you when I see you.”
Draco blushes and looks down at the pleats of his skirt, “oh…”
Harry stares blankly out the window and suddenly smiles as he waves. Draco also looks out to see what has caught his attention and sees Regulus and James waving back at him. Regulus catches Draco’s stare and gives him a gentle wave goodbye before walking away.
Harry turns away, and his face returns to its original intense look. Awkwardly fiddling with his hands again, Draco just smiles and looks down on his lap.
“So, why the get-up?” Harry asks. "never grew out of your dresses, have you?”
“What?” Draco says as he looks up at Harry’s cold eyes.
“You have a prick, don’t you?” Harry crosses his arms. “It’s all fun and games when we were young, and your mom dressed you up in doll costumes, but aren’t you too old to be playing pretend? It’s a little embarrassing to hang around you when you’re dressed like a girl. You look like those American drag queens.”
Draco’s cheeks turn a furious red as he looks down again, trying to hide his teary eyes. “I- um...”
Harry just shrugs and turns to look out the window again, “I’m just saying to grow up. Just act like a man; it’s not like you’d make a very pretty girl.”
Just then, the compartment door opens, and Weasley peeks his head in. “What are you doing here? We found an empty compartment on the other train cart.”
Harry then shrugs and begins to walk out. “Later, Malfoy.”
Not long after, Blaise finds Draco crying alone in his compartment and tries to comfort him, but to no avail.
Draco stares at Blaise’s worried expression, rubs the tears off his swollen red eyes, and finally asks, “Do you have any extra uniforms?”
Sighing at himself, Draco smiles sadly at the things he sacrificed for Harry’s attention. For years on after, he thought if he dressed like a man like Harry had said, he would want to be friends with him. Or if he played quidditch, like Harry did, he would want to be friends with him. Or if he did Harry’s potions homework, as he asked, he would want to be friends with him…
It was no use. A lot happened during the last summer holiday, which made him wish for a new beginning. Draco grew into his veela ancestry, which was no secret; it was about time his veela features showed themselves. Those nights of arching muscles and tender chests were no picnic, but Draco was happy with his appearance. He’s been waiting for a while anyway. He’s always wanted to have these features. Maybe now Harry won’t think his dresses are weird…
Draco then shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about Harry anymore. He wants to move on, and he wants to move on. It’s clear enough that Harry doesn’t like him.
“Metamorphosis…” Draco whispers to himself and blinks away his tears, “Let this year be a new beginning…”
Suddenly, there’s a knock, and Draco flips around to see Blaise standing near the door. He lets himself in and stands behind Draco in front of his full-length mirror. Slithering his hands around Draco’s waist, he leaves gentle kisses down his neck. His hands then move upwards towards his hand as his fingers brush through Draco’s long platinum curls with a little resistance.
“Got a brush?”
Draco gestures towards his vanity next to his mirror as Blaise walks over to grab a hair brush and a chair for Draco to sit on.
As he begins to brush Draco’s hair, he says, “Long hair does suit you.”
“Yeah? I’m still getting used to handling it,” Draco relaxes with the gentle brushing. He noticed that Blaise had grown somewhat attached to Draco’s long hair. Whether it’s touching it while they’re hanging out, pulling it during sex, or just brushing it whenever they’re alone. “Should I just cut it all again?”
“You’re pulling my leg now?” Blaise chuckles as he brushes out the last couple of knotted strands, “you would look good in any hairstyle.”
Draco then tilts his head up to meet Blaise’s dark brown eyes. Blaise brushes the couple, stands of hair covering Draco’s forehead, and gives him a peck. “E' ora di andare adesso, mi amor.”
Draco follows Blaise as he helps Draco carry the last of his luggage down to the entrance hall. Theo stands at the manor's main entrance, waiting for the two to come down. A small vase sits in the middle of the room.
“We still have a couple of minutes until the port key opens,” Draco says, looking down at his watch. "You didn’t have to rush me.”
Theo smiles as he shakes his head, “We would have missed the scheduled time entirely if you had taken your sweet time.”
“But since we have the time,” Draco holds out his hands and drags the two men to the nearby hallway.
Leading them into the master sitting room, Draco locks the door behind him and smiles slyly as he leans against the door. “We only have thirty minutes…”
Blaise hovers over Draco’s figure like a frame of a painting, leaning in for a kiss as Theo goes down on his knees and ducks under Draco’s skirt. Teething at the thin, almost translucent piece of cloth between his lips, Theo holds his hands firm on Draco’s hips, pulling his pelvis closer to his face. “So sweet.”
Draco, unable to hold back any noise, moans into his kiss as his hands travel up Blaise’s neck into his short, buzzed curls.
Breaking out of the kiss, Draco reaches down to unbuckle Blaise’s uniform pants and palms the tight bulge underneath his boxers. Blaise chuckles at Draco’s eagerness to please. “Hey now, take it slow. We’ve got time.”
Fumbling with the waistband, he quickly pulls down the fabric just enough to free Blaise’s thick shaft. Collecting the precum at the tip, he spreads the liquid along the base of his cock and begins to follow a rhymic stroke.
Suddenly, Theo sets one of his hands free from Draco’s hips and unbuckles his trousers. As he begins to jerk himself off, he continues to eat Draco's pussy out. “So sweet… so wet.”
Draco’s legs start to lose strength as he takes his left hand and grabs Theo’s dirty blonde hair. Every time Theo resurfaced from burying his face in Draco’s wet pussy, he felt Theo’s hot breath on his hardened clit, which made Draco want to feel more. Theo then moves his tongue out of Draco’s pussy and onto his small nub of nerves, which then prompts him to attack it with swift swirls. Feeling an orgasm building up, Draco chases his climax to the end, bucking his hips forward for more traction as he begins to squirt into Theo’s mouth.
Draco falls to the ground, his legs finally giving out on his sides, and he looks up at the two boys. Before Theo could wipe Draco’s slick around his mouth, Blaise grabs Theo’s face and drags his tongue across Theo’s lips. Draco begins to blush as he feels himself getting wetter and wetter, watching them make out. Rubbing his thighs together for friction, Draco brings himself to his knees and takes each of their cocks in his hands. If Blaise and Theo weren’t close enough to finish already, looking down at a flushed-out Draco took them even closer. Draco feels as they are just about to come and opens his mouth to catch the cum. Holding onto their cocks and milking them for dear life, Draco catches most of the white liquid on his tongue, and some end up on his cheeks.
“So beautiful, mi amor,” Blaise smudges the cum on Draco's face towards his mouth for him to lick off, which Draco gladly does, “does it really taste that good?”
“Yes…” Draco cleans both their pricks carefully with his tongue before being helped back onto his feet, “Feeling kind of lightheaded though.”
Theo laughs as he picks up the squirt-soaked undies from the ground: " You might need some new underwear…”
Blaise smiles as he shakes his head. “Well, we don’t have much time left; go change. We’ll be waiting in front of the port key.”
Draco rolls his eyes as Blaise switches back to his normal responsible mode and leaves the two boys to clean up the mess.
Going up the grand staircase, Draco looks out the window for a final time at the gorgeous French countryside view. Their last official summer was coming to an end, and Draco didn’t know if he was ready to go back and face reality… to face Potter. A distant memory of his quiet French country house that he will soon long to be back to once the NEWTS preparations start and the classwork begins to pile up.
“Au revior, France.”